I love the sound as leather falls against skin. It's a symphony in a second, the light rustle of leather, the quick humming as it circles around, then the thwacking crescendo, a sigh and a moan, and the ebbing scrape as the leather slips over skin.
I met TT through Dark Odyssey's Summer Camp. We were both rooming in Incriminating Polaroids, organized by a group of very artistic and creative individuals. TT was attending with his partner and sub, B, and introduced himself before camp, via online messages. I couldn't have asked for a warmer person to speak with, and when camp finally rolled around, I felt almost instantly comfortable with him. B was a spirited woman with a friendly smile and deliciously curvy figure that gave her an all-around aura of pleasantness, and together they made quite a pair.
Later that evening, I watched my first dungeon session. TT and B were working-over a heavy bottom, S, her moans and screams just echoed the force of what she was feeling. It was nothing short of beautiful. Her face was glowing with what only can be described as absolute bliss, while TT's and B's faces reflected an intense concentration and focus. You could see them taking in all of S's movements, her twitches and her writhing, monitoring her every sound for the slightest sign of trouble. I knew halfway through I wanted to try.
After their session with S, we moved to a table towards the front of the dungeon, in front of the stage. It was late, and cold, but I was quite determined. After stripping down to just my underwear, I hopped up on the massage table, laying face down, arms outstretched in front of me. TT warmed me up slowly, feeling and spanking, before he pulled out the flogger. He started with a light suede that felt like air. I was surprised at the feeling, the sting was mild but radiated over my skin. I felt everything, down to the smallest movement of air around me. B assisted, checking on me regularly, keeping a watchful eye since this was my first time. TT moved to heavier floggers, checking in with me to see pain levels. I felt a taste of the bliss S had experienced. My mind was quiet (which rarely happens) and I just had this sensation of simply existing. TT discovered a distinct fondness for my ass, which turns all shades of pink and red easily, and after what felt like 20 minutes, nearly an hour had passed. The session was over, and I already wanted more.
Summer camp was comparable to swimming in warm water after standing in the wind, it was comfortable and safe; like realizing you have gills instead of lungs and finding your own kind. Kink requires that you turn yourself inward and dissect what it is that makes you who you are, why you enjoy the things you do. In my experience I've found that people who have a lot of self-reflection are more grounded and stable, because you need that grounding to explore the darker sides of yourself. It was incredible being around so many different people, all with very different and distinct tastes, but still having that uniting thread of commonality. For me it really was like being home. I didn't have to be concerned with how someone would react, because odds were very much in my favor that they had already experienced it. It was a comfort, and while I'm eternally grateful to my local friends who are kinky and/or kink friendly, summer camp was on a much greater scale and I hope to show my friends that as well. It galvanized my desire to live in an urban area, and I can't wait to experience more.
Until next time...
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